Ryder's POV
My anger flared as my sneakers slammed against the floor of the Kingsley Ice Rink this afternoon. I had absolutely no intention of lacing up my skates, let alone joining the practice. My sharp gaze swept across the ice, ignoring the loud, rhythmic scraping of blades from the varsity team.
When Mason saw my arrival from the center of the rink, he shouted, "Hey Cap, you're late!"
I didn't answer him. My attention was entirely focused on the one bastard I wanted to see today. My eyes quickly found Jason at the edge of the rink. He smirked when he caught sight of me.
"I thought your stamina would be completely drained after last night," Jason teased effortlessly. "Guess your girl failed to wear you out, huh—"
THWACK!
Without warning, I threw a raw punch right at his jaw. The
